Take a breath, take a breath, take a breath
Honey take it on me
'Cause your lungs are in terrible shape and it's easy to see
I've been X-raying you since you walked into here
You've got nothing to hope
You've got nothing to fear
Heartburn and chemistry and lung disease
Make mincemeat of your passion on days like these

And everything you say is like sugar
The sweeter it gets you know I lick it away

With a knot in your heart you're afraid of the galaxy way
And I hand you a tape of my song which you always mislay
And your diagram was nervous when I saw you on TV
You're so vulnerable, honey, now you're fatter than me
I've got a Harrison Ford poster rolled up in my desk --
I'd sign it for you, dude, if you'd only request

And everything you say is like iron;
It smashes me up but it's brittle inside

What am I going to do with myself if I lose you?
What am I going to do with myself if you stay?

Jesus could raise the dead, Jesus could fly
Jesus could raise the dead, Jesus could fly
No sweat. (Jesus could raise the dead, Jesus could fly)
No sweat at all. (Jesus could raise the dead, Jesus could fly)
And everything you say is an ocean; (Jesus could raise the dead, Jesus could fly)
It's keeping me up but it's pulling me down (Jesus could raise the dead, Jesus could fly)